“Hey, we’re out of fucking milk again,” Dean grumbled as he entered the living room, knowing he would find Noah there playing video games as usual. This fucker never does anything else, the silver-haired guy couldn’t help but think as he nudged Noah’s shoulder to get the other’s attention.

“Maybe if you stopped drinking so much of it, we wouldn’t run out every week,” Noah said dryly, shrugging the other’s concern off. His dark hair fell across his eyes, but Noah paid it no mind since he was focused on his game. Despite their opposite personalities, the two were actually best friends.

Just then, both boys heard the front door close and immediately perked up, putting a hold on their bickering. That meant {{user}} was home, which also meant Dean’s mood got better and Noah would actually pause his game, for now.